The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
I thought I would take a crack at this, so here is a post registration parody of The Wind Cries Mary by Hendrix...
After all the Sentinels are in their boxes And the senators have all gone to bed You can hear self respect staggering on down the street Footprints dressed in red And the wind whispers Mutant
A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of mutant camp life Somewhere a blue child is weeping Somewhere a hero has no wife And the wind it cries Mutant
Security lights they turn off forever But their memory remains in our heads A tiny dream sails on down the stream Cause the lives we lived before are dead And the wind screams Mutant
Will the wind ever remember the deaths of those friends in the past? With our resolve, our memories and our wisdom We whisper no, this will be the last And the wind cries Mutant
They seemed to take it well, though they both had a noticeable reaction to his mention of his abilities. Maybe they were good abilities after all, but he had had no way to test them. He would have to rectify that when he returned to the Mansion. Tarin reassured him that it wasn't a problem and alluded to Lee possibly being like them. It made sense, really. He just nodded and smiled and listened to them.
Tarin then informed him that not only was Lee possibly his girlfriend and a mutant, but was definitely the other owner and the business manager. When he heard this, he seemed to have the same twinge of confusion that had passed across Lee's features. If he was the psychic and she the business manager, what was Garrett doing? He doubted that there was a lunch rush here, people clamoring over each other to get readings. As humorous as the idea was, it still didn't add up.
But Garrett knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he just continued to nod and listen. In response to Tarin, he replied," I wouldn't dream of using my abilities on someone. That's half of my problem in using them. I don't really have a way to test them without hurting someone. Hence, the Mansion." He looked at Lee and said, "Well, I guess we had better have this tour. Maybe after that we can all sit down and just chat. See what we come up with?"
"If you don't have a seizure here, I think you really might be cured."
So many lights, not a blip. Not a twitch, not a shake, not a blink of pain. It was fascinating. He became so enraptured with it all that he forgot about her for a moment. But just a moment. He could feel her grabbing at his shirt. He looked down to her and she seemed to be having fun but was overwhelmed. He didn't blame her. Looking at so many people, thinking how many of them might turn on them should they have to use their abilities. Smiles turning to grimaces of fear and anger.
"[yellow]Pretty exciting, huh? Yeah, it's amazing not having seizures. I used to have to only come here in the daytime.[/yellow] He just couldn't get over it. But with all the fun, the cash, or lack thereof, in his pocket reminded him that he had to get up early and go to Tarin's shop. He put his arm around her and drew her in a bit as they navigated through the heaviest part of the crowds. He was making his way to the edge of it all.
As they reached the outskirts of the crowd, he looked down at her. "[yellow]This has been the most fun I've had in a while. Thanks for coming out with me. Are you good with heading back to the mansion? We can still hang out there if you like, but I have had all the city I can stand for a bit.[/yellow]"
She ahd missed a spot. He reached out and got it off her cheek with his thumb and licked the contents. Smiling, they continued on. As night fell and took its hold of the city, it seemed to awaken from a slumber. The New York of the daytime was nothing compared to the New York of night. They rounded a corner and there they were. Times Square in all its grandeur. The neon, the lights, the screens, the people. It was so fun no matter how many times he had been there.
"[yellow]Over there is where they do alot of the MTV stuff.[/yellow]" He pointed to the glass panels above in the large building. They walked along, looking at the many sights. So much to do. His money was dwindling quickly though. Fortunately, he knew about ways to do things for free. Sort of comes to you when you are broke and bored all the time. He saw the aforementioned 'naked' cowboy on the next corner. He was crooning out 'Your Cheating Heart' by Hank Williams Sr. The tourists were eating it up.
So they weren't an item. Garrett thought about it while removing his foot from his mouth. It was odd because they seemed to act like a couple, they certainly made a good one. Tarin had come in in good spirits and Lee seemed to still be, despite Garrett's faux pas. He now wondered if she was also a mutant like they were. As they spoke to each other, he decided that he would break this ice himself, rather than wait for some kind of uneasy questions later.
When Lee asked him about a tour, he thought this made for the best time to reveal his abilities. " A tour? No, not really. I believe he had a client come in before we could do much talking. Which also reminds me, I don't know if he told you, but I am a mutant. I am not ashamed of this fact, but thought it was best to just put that out on the table right away." And so he had. Now to illuminate both of them.
He turned to Tarin and added, " I also thought I should tell you what my gift was, in case it ever came up. I can manipulate the neural activity in a person's body. So far, this results in making someone have a seizure or mind numbing pain. But I am trying to find some positive aspects at the Mansion." Well, there it was. Now he would see how cool they really were.
They had set off across the park, apparently both feeling better. She stayed close to him through the park, which he liked. The closer, the better. He knew that tourists got mugged through here occasionally, but most of the shadows here knew him from the street. And if they didn't, he would have been happy to try his powers out. The awareness of the area wasn't a big deal to him, since he knew she would be alright. Try and grab the wind sometime.
They arrived at the gyro stand and she looked at him, seeming to urge him to order. Made sense, since she had never had one. "[yellow] Hey buddy, can I have a number two?[/yellow]" The number ones were particularly heavy and he was trying to lighten her load tonight. He paid the man and waited eagerly as the gyros were constructed. He handed the first one to her and shortly after got his own.
She devoured the gyro like it owed her money. He couldn't help but snicker at her. She had been so formal and reserved, but now she was eating like she hadn't in a while. "[yellow] I suppose baby carrots didn't cut it, huh?[/yellow]" He grabbed some napkins and handed them to her. The light had returned to her eyes and smile. Hopefully, Times Square would enhance it further.
"[yellow]I am happy to, Maya. You have certainly been here for me as well. Just like I said the other night, I will always be just around the corner, whenever you need me.[/yellow]" He meant it too. He certainly had hoped for the eventual evolution of their relationship, but no matter the outcome, he would always be there for her. It just felt right. He enjoyed the moment for what it was, then thought about food.
"[yellow]Hmm, I may know something you might like. Ever had a gyro? Meat and veggies in a wrapped pita bread. I think you'll like it better than hot dogs. I will eat anything, but even I wait til real hunger before a hot dog.[/yellow]" He chuckled heartily. "[yellow]There should be one on the way, we'll just cut through the park.[/yellow]" He started walking in the general direction, making sure she didn't drift behind.
The girl behind the counter assured him of Tarin's whereabouts and knew his name as well. A look of relief passed his face and his look of worry softened. "Yes, Garrett. Garrett Wills." He closed the door behind him and approached her. If this was indeed Tarin's significant other, he certainly had good taste. He had been around Maya so much that he hadn't really looked at another woman recently. He tried not to let his look become an ogle.
He looked around the shop, his mind already filling it with showcases full of cards and bookshelves. But for now, he thought, he had better pay attention to the woman standing in front of him. His smile returned. " I was a bit nervous, I thought I might have been replaced before I started.", he said, a nervous chuckle stringing along. "I wasn't sure when to come, but I thought I would shoot for early rather than late."
He uncapped his water and had a nice, long drink. It cooled him and relaxed him a bit. No reason to dally with obscurity. "I guess since you aren't my replacement, you are with Tarin?" He didn't want to slap a label on. Girlfriend? Wife? The shop certainly wasn't big enough for two people in its current state. But that could change.
The naked cowboy. It was funny because he thought of that guy in the crackhouses with a guitar...but no, he knew who she was talking about. There were probably all kinds of characters getting set up out there by now. It would be a welcome relief to see someone they could call weird. He smiled and replied, "[yellow]Times Square it is, then.[/yellow]" He stood from the bench and offered his hand to her. She didn't need help, but it was natural for him to be courteous.
His stomach was a little queasy. He knew she didn't want to go eat as a couple, but could they eat anyway? The instinct forced the query. "[yellow] I know you weren't hungry, but I am a little bit. Maybe we could walk and pick something up on the way?[/yellow]" Everything was moving at a natural pace now. No more illusions, just good times with a friend.
Cremation. That made perfect sense and he had been just dense enough to ask about it anyway. He enjoyed learning about her culture and lifestyle, but not like this. He squeezed her shoulder lightly, letting her know he was there for her. She wasn't crying, but she wasn't far from it either. There had been enough tears. If it were up to him, she would never shed another.
"It's been almost a year. I wonder if her spirit has moved on."
" [yellow]Surely so. But if it will help you, I will mention it to Tarin and see if we can't get you a session with him. I'll have it taken out of my pay, so don't even think of that. I just want you to find the peace that you need, Maya.[/yellow]" He genuinely did. This was no play for affection. No one deserved pain, especially such a gentle breeze as her. This was why he had been so careful with his powers. He knew what pain was all about, so why inflict it on others? No one had pushed him to the point of using them and he hoped no one ever did. At the same time, though, he couldn't deny that those darker feelings were still present. It was impossible to shake them. He had to make his own peace with his darkness at some point.
For now, he wanted to change the subject and the scenery. He wanted to see that look of excitement in her eyes again. "[yellow]So, the Empire State Building was one of the places you wanted to see. It isn't too late if you want to go somewhere else. Do you?[/yellow]"
By now, Garrett had surmised that the smoothing of Maya's skirt was her way of trying to smooth things out in her mind. At first, he had thought it a remnant of her life in Japan, but it seemed to occur most when she seemed uneasy. He wanted to understand about her mother's passing, as it seemed to be a major theme of her thoughts. Though she hadn't voiced it, he could see that the mention of it had brought her to the look that he had misinterpreted as unease over him. He thought he must have not pruned his ego well enough after all.
The somber silence she displayed made him want to change the subject, but he thought she should talk about it. If she refused or changed the subject, he wouldn't fight her. "No bones? What happened?" It was the mysterious aspect of it all that had really piqued his interest. Besides, he had seen from talking to others that holding bad memories in ensured that they would grow and haunt you. He hoped that Ghost could just be a codename for her someday, not a way of life.
He placed his hand on her shoulder. This time it was only for comfort and he hoped that she would know that. He reiterated his concern for her. " Again, if it is too difficult, we don't have to talk about it. But it might help, rather than leaving it in there to fester." He smiled at her, his care for her transmitting through his touch and his eyes.
Garrett had gotten up early, the anticipation making him a little giddy. Maya was still on his mind, but she usually was. He would make sure to tell her all about the day once he got home. Home. What a great thing. He picked through his 'new' wardrobe, finding some jeans and a black button up shirt that he had picked out for anything important. A new job qualified.
He took a taxi down to the Park. On the way, he thought of his night with Maya and tried his best not to let his ambition start clouding his judgment again. He had just seen so much potential for the medium's shop. It was hard not to get excited. Not only was it a money maker with no paperwork, which was sweet in its own right, but it was in a place that he would shop in.
Having arrived at his destination, he stopped on the way to the shop at a vendor cart and bought some water. A cool drink to get his system flowing. He stopped short of the entrance to the shop, looking at the bench he and Maya had shared the night before. He noticed how she kept getting into the forefront of his thoughts. Smiling, he decided it was a good thing to have there.
The blinds had been pulled up but the sign wasn't on. He thought he had gotten up early but could he have been late? The idea of missing the opportunity straightened his immediate priorities out as he walked up to the door and opened it. As he entered, he noticed an attractive girl behind the counter. It took him a moment to say anything. Had Tarin picked this girl instead? Was he replacing her? That wouldn't be much of a way to start the day. He wasn't even sure he could do something like that. Though he needed the money and the interaction, he wouldn't be the cause of someone else's downfall.
Before he had a nervous fit, he tried breaking the ice a bit. Who knows? Maybe this was his wife or significant other. "Hey, how are you today?", he said, smiling and trying to keep cool. "Is Tarin around?" This seemed like the best way to remain neutral until he could survey the situation. IF she turned out to be the real employee, he would just act like he was a friend of his and then make his way back home.
Slanty eyes. He had never considered the fact that she wasn't from Japan. One's appearance rarely explained much as far as where they came from. Nonetheless, he listened to her story. He could tell a difference in both inflection and tense when it came to her mother. She must have passed. Perhaps that was why she was so interested in the idea of a medium. She may have had things she still wanted to say. Life is fragile and people rarely gave it the weight it deserved. This was why he had decided not to hide himself from her any longer. To do otherwise would be both a lie and an injury to her. He wanted neither.
She had decided to join him on the bench. No more sudden moves or veiled attempts at intimacy. He tried to remain as clear as water. "So, I have to assume then that your mother has passed? If so, I am sorry. Is that why you wanted to come to the medium?" He turned his body to face her and listened to whatever she had to say. Regardless of how whatever was between them turned out, first and foremost he wanted to be there for her as a friend. " If you don't want to speak of it, I understand. I am here to listen if you need someone to talk to, though."
As he waited for her response, he saw that the lights of the sun had given way to the lights of the night. In particular, he could make out the timed mating rituals of fireflies in the trees. These lights were as meaningful as the ones he could see from the Observatory.
Garrett looked forward to Ghost visiting the shop sometime. Perhaps things would work out and she could find what she needed. She was doing her best to peer through the blinds and see what was inside. He had found he had become silent, only watching her. Though he had been moving too fast, the feelings he had for her were no less real. Now he was overcompensating by backing off too much. It was a delicate balance at all times. For a Taoist, this should have been evident. For a young man falling for someone, not so much.
When she turned to speak to him, the look on his face must have said volumes. Her cheeks became flushed and she turned back to the window. No reason to camouflage it. Perhaps she was a novice at this too. At least if he was upfront and honest, he could live with no regrets later. She had asked him about his family. They were barely a memory. Life prior to puberty and the resulting mutation seemed like a TV show he had seen once. It wasn't real to him like this was.
"Well, my birth family gave me away. When I was around 12 or 13 and had my first seizure, I was in a coma for a long time. They were good people, as I recall, but they could not afford the long term care I required then. So, at some point, they signed me over to the state. I spent alot of time in group and foster homes when I wasn't in hospitals or rehabilitation centers. I suppose that is why I took to meditation and the like so easily. So much time on my back made it an easy sell." And so it did. He hadn't realized that until now.
"What about you?" , he asked. " Other than Japan and you were taken from the plane to the camps, that's all I really know." He sat on a nearby bench. He couldn't make that look go away, he knew it was in his eyes. At least if he remained seated, he might not remain so imposing.
"Is this Tarin guy nice?" "You didn't sign up to work for some weird-o, did you?"
"No weirder than you and I.He seemd pretty nice. And I am not signed up for anything. It is cash under the table. No forms to fill out, so if they don't like me or vice versa, I can go as easily as I came." Garrett smiled. He was glad she was concerned for him. His weakness when they were working had probably made her sympathetic for him. He could do it though. Anything beat waking up in trash. As they approached the shop, the small signs indicated the medium was no longer in. Made sense with the time and also reassured Garrett of few late nights there.
